A 6 years journey called Shavit

I'll begin with the final conclusion, Shavit has ASD.
Reaching the conclusion is a journey beginning years ago. But the conclusion is only a minor milestone in the real journey called living. Unlike life, which is granted 'till death, living holds an extra meaning to it. Living means really enjoying the air you inhale, feeling happiness in the morning (even if you hate to get out of bed like I do), and understanding the temporality of bad times.
Shavit loved the idea of birthday party. We could feel his excitement in the air, and see it in his behavior. It was one of the rare occasions in which he decided to put his clothes on by himself, and without our constant reminders. Later on he orchestrated the ceremony with a special dignity only he can master. When the question "what will you be when your old" came, he answered "Sweet".
It's a wonder what he can pull out of the sleeve, and the heights he can reach, while at the same time falling to a series of potholes regarding human feelings.
ASD is the title of the enigma. In practice it's as complicated as hell. Shavit can explain (step by step) how to change the input channel of the TV from the shower, and walk headfirst into a cup of coffee (mine) which spilled all around.
Just for the closing:
Shavit can walk harm-free out of troubles Ella wouldn't dare into.